Grief Poem by Gayle Sweeney
Grief
Out beautiful time at home on the spinning earth is brief.
The old ones survive this dear world deeply fatigued from grief.
The wish to see our lost loved ones up in heaven aloft
Is a glorious wish carried with us in our true thoughts.
During the autumn most trees cast off their rich, flaming leaves.
In the majesty of flowering stories we believe.
We do have precious little time here, but we can enjoy it with poems like this and our Lord to guide us. Very thoughtful and nice. Lynn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 2:25:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Perhaps it is the beauty and magnitude of nature that makes the supernatural spiritual world come into view.A brief and worthy write